Let Them Speak (Vampire Assassin League #13) (9 page)

The sniper fell heavily, taking one of the
shrubs with him. A grunt of pain shoved from him as he landed. Dev sent a glance there. The fellow might have broken a limb, but he’d live. Bullets and shouts were riddling the porch area now, as the guards assaulted it, adding chaos to the aftermath. A wall fell. Another groan came as more of the structure joined it.

And then he was back
.

With her.

“One head. As requested.” 

He lifted
Aton’s head, and did his best to ignore where it dripped already coagulating blood down his forearm.

“They have alligators here, don’t they?”

“Crocs. The tributaries here are salt water.”

“Fine
. Whatever. They’ll still eat…uh…severed heads. Yes?”

Devereux
smiled. She returned it.

“Didn’t you have something to tell me?” he asked.

“Yeah. I do. But I’m not telling you I love you while standing here with a dead guy’s head. I refuse.”

There went the rocket fuses again
. Devereaux jerked with holding it back. Anton’s head went flying. He didn’t even care where.  

“You hear me, Mister Perfect?”

“Uh. Sydney. Love?”

He was failing
. And then she was at his side, holding to him, while he wrapped his arms about her. And just stood there. Shaking.  

“So
. You planning to let me speak it? Or are we just going to stay here?”

“Speak?” 

Damn.
The word was garbled. His lips were even shaking.

“Just get a move on, Handsome
. Or I will. How do we fly again?”

Devereaux didn’t
bother with any explanation. He demonstrated.